Finishing the "Interview"

After Brady finished in Sam's mouth and Sam swallowed it, Sam was relieved to discover that he regained control of his body.

"I'll give it to you, Sam...you sure know how to get results" Brady said, "I want you starting your new position immediately. I don't want meaningless red tape getting in the way of what you offer."

"...thanks," Sam passively responded, "Do you have a mint?"

"The should be some in the kitchen," Brady said walking over to the bathroom, "last door on the right"

Sam followed the directions, longing to replace the taste in his mouth with ANYTHING else.

He opened the door and saw the inside of his closet.

"Oh come on," he yelled depressed, "what now?"

The clothes reached out and pulled him in, slamming the door shut behind him.

He was pulled out from his outfit and redressed in a black microdress and then spit out into his office. He looked himself over and sighed with exhaustion, "why do these clothes just keep getting worse?"

He noticed the light shining in from the windows and he pulled out his phone to check the time.

He couldn't believe what he saw. It was 2:30 pm of the same day. At this exact time, there was another of him parking his car and about to be **** by the closet.

Maybe he could warn himself from opening his apartment door! He unlocked his phone when he felt the pink approaching.

"Not now! Just give me a moment!" He said, as he typed in his phone number and tried to send a text.

Before he could even type one word, his body was engulfed in that terrifying pink glow. Growing to brightness and pinkness levels Sam didn't want to acknowledge.

Sam was lifted into the air and watched as his phone lifted out of his hand and hovered in front of his face. The stinging electricity shocking all across his body eventually leapt from him onto the phone.

The phone escaped from the text he was trying to send to himself and scrolled to the top of his contact list. Abigail, it scrolled down, Amanda, it scrolled down, Anthony- it composed a new message.

The pink electrical shocks magically fabricated a risqué posed photograph that Sam had never taken and enclosed a seductive message. The phone escaped scrolled to the next man in his contact list did the same thing.

It quickly picked up the pace. Sending advances to ever guy in his phone, jumping over to social media, doing the same. Eventually the actions were such a blur that Sam couldn't see what the phone was doing- but he figured that it was sending advances to every man on Earth.

The glow ended and Sam was dropped back onto the ground- but was able to catch himself.

"Wow! I knew you were going home, but I didn't think it was just to change!" Amber said, walking into the room.